Yes, that's right, an open invitation to check out my bales. It only happens once a year, so take advantage of it whilst you can... Very proud of my work, although my performance review from Dad might not be great when you factor in multiple baler clogging, magical net wrap disappearance (seriously, we're talking Magic Circle worthy) and best of all trapping my hand in the reel, which hurt. A lot. Nothing Magic Circle about that one.
But that did not slow us down. No more than 'The Rock Who Wanted to be Barley'. So desperately did this rock want to join it's grainy friends, it had the audacity to enter the combine thus suspending combining for a morning.
Only so many times in these warming days you get the opportunity to say "F***ing glaciers." [Apparently in the last Ice Age, the glaciers stopped North of Colchester i.e. at LDF and dumped a variety of very pretty, but very annoying rocks in our so not Grade A agricultural land. Although let this be a lesson to you all, a combine is to harvest, not to plough.]
But never mind, that's why we keep a couple of spare combines for parts. Without them, and Dad's mechanical genius, I wouldn't get to write: Winter barley, harvested.
Next time I reverse into, or lose Humbug under one, I shall remind myself to be grateful for their presence. Bring on the spring barley!